Novel & Cerita His Muse

He asked as he walked towards it, “Like a muse?” “The moon is my muse.” “Then maybe you’re looking for something different. If you think there’s a missing piece.” I was silent again. I was looking for something different, something which complimented the moon and give the final perfection to my piece. It took a moment and then it finally dawned on me, I gasped, “Asher—-

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

Mr Moliere tapped his foot and fixed his silver wave in the mirror as he waited. The door knocked three times. Mr Moliere gave himself one last once over in the mirror before answering the door. In front of him stood Mrs Noricum with her two associates, arms crossed with stiff upper lips. Mr Moliere moved aside letting them in before closing the door behind them. Mrs Noricum was the first to speak "So, where is she? Don't forget you still have your end to deliver." he cleared his throat playing with his hands "I sent her out this morning, she should be back soon. I figured a surprise attack would be more effective." He said gulping at the hateful glare Mrs Noricum was giving him. She pulled

“My muse. My everything.” Josh smiled, exhausted but glowing. “Always, Lucian.” The private viewing had been a triumph. And this was only the beginning of how far Lucian would push his perfect muse.

Ashley said. "We will discuss about that later. For now, let's go," Amanda said with a smile. She looked so calm and collected on the outside but very unsettled on the inside. They walked very slowly to the entrance of the big hall. The piano was playing the wedding song "Beautiful In White". She loves that song personally. And it's just fitting that her wedding gown is very white with very expensive embroidery designs in gold. Whoever is the designer,she likes her already. She hopes that she will be able to get married for real and the designer of her wedding dress will be the one who made her wedding gown.

I said as I slowly walked around the living room. "Now Brad works at an art museum, one of the most exclusive museums in the world, which is extremely hard to get in to unless you're wealthy. I heard that at this particular museum, there will be an auction soon, and the crazy thing is it isn't for thee art it's for the museum itself and the Carello's are interested in it. However, I'm pretty sure that the paintings are worth more than their home which is why Nico was supposed to meet with Brad tonight, to get those paintings but one important fact that I'm missing from all of this is your connection to this job." "What fact?"

For royal families to travel to these events is a tradition, Aunt Martha told me. "I am anxious for you to meet Maxon. My cousin is a wonderful man; we are all waiting for him to find his muse. He says he already found it, but it slipped through his fingers, but knowing him, it shouldn't take him long to find it," said Elena. "Muse?" I said, confused. "Ha, I forgot there were still some terms you didn't know, for werewolves. It's MATE for us; it's MUSA OR MUSE for women."

I give Raven an arch look. “I swear, precious, I didn't mean to add to your fame.” I believe him. I move to look at his other piece, “Muse”. It's an elaborate, rich portrait of a red-haired girl with giant, secretive eyes and lush red curls. She is surrounded by hundreds of blue wildflowers. He must have worked nights just to achieve the level of detail in the background. He comes up to me as I'm contemplating it. “Who is she?” I ask, wondering if it's just a model or if there's more there.

He was just a competitive guy. “The game is called Muse,” Vivienne said, her scarlet silk dress rustling as she stepped closer to us. She picked up her cell phone and held it up, moving the stopwatch directly in my face. “The rules are simple, darling. You pick a total stranger from the working staff, you make them feel completely seen, and you get them to kiss you without touching them first.” She twisted her razor-thin grimace in my direction and then back to Adrian. With a big smile on his face, Julian Vaughn was already stowing a leather wallet in his well-cut jacket pocket.